The Hamlet Project

Settle yourself in for a tale, my friends
I’ve spoken over thirty words and I haven’t even
BEGUN
To finish my sentence.
It was dark
It was just this time
(by the clock and the stars)
with just these people. . .
all circumstances were ripe
and I paint them with lush strokes. Sit you down.
When I guard the palace walls,
I write poems in my head
I have spent one hundred words on the shape of a stone
I have generated paragraphs on the point of my spear
Be careful when you ask me to tell you a story
I am going to tell it
I am going to spin it
Wind it around you
Like yarn on fingers
And a spinning wheel
I will wrap you up in it
Word by word
For my stories, you will need a comfortable chair
And a warm fire. You’re going to be here a while.